That he was finally conveyed out of the prison in a clothes-basket is as certain, Monsieur, as it is certain that the sun will rise to-morrow.

And I believe that the Queen knew, when she went to the guillotine, that her son was no longer in the Temple.

I believe that Heaven sent her that one scrap of comfort, tempered as it was by the knowledge that her daughter remained a prisoner in their hands.

But it was to her son that her affections were given.

For the Duchess never had the gift of winning love.